“It’s More of a Third Date Kind of Thing”
April 2nd, 2006
Whenever I go out with my friend “G” (perhaps you’ll remember her from here?), something really entertaining happens. She’s the kind of girl that turns every night out into a night of debauchery… perhaps it’s her love of red-headed sluts?
At any rate, we went out with four other girls last night, and I spent the night drinking, dancing, trying to text people (only to find out this morning that nothing went through because I had no cell reception in the basement dance area), and yelling at strangers about the horror show that professional football has become. I definitely scared at least 3 randoms. Around 2 AM (or 3 AM if you count the time change), I found myself heading home with G and a hippie boy.
I had encouraged G to bring the Hippie home - he was pretty cute, and had been flirting with her all night.  After a loooonnnngggg cab ride during which they made out and I tried not to stare, we finally got back to G’s place. G took the Hippie up to her room, and I settled down to sleep off my drunkenness in Nikki’s room (she’s one of G’s roommates, and was visiting her boyfried for the weekend). I was totally looking forward to hearing about the hook-up this morning - G has a great way of telling stories, and always cracks me up.
I woke up this morning completely hung-over (I need to stop mixing different kinds of booze!), and immediately staggered into the bathroom to find some Advil. G was just on her way out the door, about to drive the Hippie home, so I threw myself back in bed, waiting for her to return and entertain me with stories of sex and drama. Sadly, this was not the case - instead, I was completely stupefied by the first words out of her mouth.
“He wouldn’t sleep with me!”
“What do you mean, he wouldn’t sleep with you?”
“Well, we went upstairs and started making out, and things were going normally… but then when we were naked and fooling around, I went to… you know… f*ck. And he said, ‘I don’t do that.’”
“What? He doesn’t have sex? He’s a virgin?”
“NO! He said, ‘I don’t believe in random sex. It’s more of a third date kind of thing for me. Haha.’”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me? Why the hell did he come home and get naked with you? And why was he talking about sex all night?”
“I KNOW! And then he tried to get me to go down on him! So I told him I didn’t do that.”
And so it went. I am really at a loss here - who the hell goes home with someone after talking about sex all night (seriously, he was all about talking about it), gets completely naked, and then announces that they don’t have sex? Shouldn’t that kind of thing come up before the nakedness? And doesn’t this make the hippie a tease? Plus, aren’t vegan, anti-car, ultra-liberal hippies supposed to be all about free love, or something?
When G dropped him off at home, the Hippie grabbed her cell and put his number in, telling her to call him. We couldn’t decide if this was a good idea or not… what do you think?
thanks anna! you rock. some peeps are ugly picture haters, but I’m so glad you support
oh my god, what happened to G, totally happened to me!! So weird! Except it wasn’t with a complete stranger which I think made it even more awkward. Yeah that kind of thing should come up BEFORE nakedness. Good for her for not going down on him! She should call him though, so you can have another hippie blog entry.
please dont say that M is Melinda…go away!
Nikki, settle down. M is Mindy, a totally cool chick that you would love if you ever went to NY with me.
oh ok. phew.
It sounds worse when I read it then when I was saying it! But I think I might call, why not; I have nothing else going on, right??
Conquer him! But be sure to tell him about the Asian Vegan restaurant… HA!
G…there’s a hippie show coming up, tell him about it, tell him to ride his bike and meet you at it, get him all liquored up and conquer that ultra liberal vegan ass of his!
I just read Lindsayism’s post last week on Janemag.com about whether Democrats or Republicans are better in bed:
Tucker Carlson (on “The Situation”): Democrats are too busy checking if the condoms you keep by the bed are good for the environment.
Lindsayism’s response: That’s not Democrats. That’s vegans.
So, G - apparently vegans are bad in bed. Don’t call the Hippie!
If you want to read the whole post, go here: http://www.janemag.com/yournews/blogs/guest/2006/03/whos_better_in_.html
hippies dont shower either….gross.
Nikki, this was definately one of the most clean cut hippies I’ve ever seen…and trust me I’ve seen more than my fair share of hippie boys!
all these K’s and G’s I’m getting all confused.
How about a pic of G?
Secret Admirer, you’ll just have to make do with your imagination.
And UPDATE - G texted the Hippie, who called her back and asked her out - for tonight! Woohoo - one date closer to doing the deed!
Should anything interesting/funny/horrifying happen, I’ll let y’all know. This saga is taking up all of my free time lately - I’m obsessed with thinking that there’s a boy out there that turns down sex. BIZARRE!
date 2…they technically already had a date 1.
I have a warm spot for hippies - I hooked up with some in the past. The biggest hippie I ever hooked up was S.O.S., he had a “Castaway” beard and never showered. Anyway, all we ever did was go to 1st base - 3 months with him and we didn’t go past that. I kinda liked it. Hippie boyz are prude and I love it! OK back to writing bar reviews now…
Oh and readers - G is the crazy, sexy, cool girl. She has way better stories than me.
Sounds like G needs a blog of her own.
G can’t even handle myspace.
saw G and hippie boy on their second date…turns out he took her to a hippie show, what a surprise! G was crazy about what to wear and what to do, but I think they ended up having a good night…they left the show early!
He said he never stays for the whole show anyway but we did have a good time…except that it has been a week and he hasn’t called…so apparently he does care the I drive an SUV!
That’s all we get for an update “we had a good time”?! How about some details.